Take a Memo Monday

To: The Matriarchs

From: The Martha Stewart of Pasadena

Re: The recent party at MY house

Yes, I do have lots of room at my house. It's a great party house. I do love throwing parties and I have done so, successfully, many, many times. When you called to ask if I would be willing to host a surprise birthday party, I was delighted to do so. Immediately after that phone call is when things started going south!

**Major eye roll...ouch**

I was looking forward to planning a party, the theme, the cake, the decorations. I was really enjoying myself for the 5 minutes that I felt I had some say in this party. Oh, I had such a beautiful cake planned, the crowning jewel in the whole theme! I had purchased some of the supplies I would be needing; a couple of new cake pans in the proper shape. This cake would make The Ace Of Cakes salivate! Well, that is until the phone call when I discovered that, no, I would not be making the cake because someone else was going to be doing that!?@#!*

**Ooohhh is that smoke coming out of MY ears?**

The few calls I received after that to check on progress were kind of silly. I did take it upon myself to assign small tasks to 2 people who called me and offered to help. Both of those assignments were followed by changes on the part of the Matriarchs. Because, as anyone knows, my 55 year old sil will "not know where to get" fresh fruit to make a fruit tray. Huh? But, of course, I was being a little b*tchy because I refused to make any more decisions.

**Ooopsie! I just felt my nostrils flaring, I think I noticed flames spewing forth.**

So basically, I made some soup, a ham, cookies and brownies. I bought plates and cups and cleaned the bathrooms. Oh, I also dusted and vaccuumed...because, I guess, I'm good at that at least.

An entire hour and a half prior to the party time the Matriarchs arrive. Bags and food and bowls in tow. Tossing orders to plug it in, make a space, get a bowl, find some spoons, put this in the oven, this needs refrigerating. I hadn't even finished doing my own prep and dish washing!

**Where's my damn ice pick? Self .induced. lobotomy.NOW**

Meanwhile, Buggy girl had spent the night and was excited about a party and playing with all of her cousins. We designated a room for the little girls and put some toys and fun stuff in there. When the first few guests arrived *sans kids*, I discovered that someone had designated this as "no kids"! Sunday afternoon! WTF? No one bothered to tell me that! Buggy was kind of upset, me too!

Buggy and I went out on the deck and stayed out of that kitchen for the rest of the day! I refused to go back in there, sue me!

Here is the cake I was planning to make. Instead we had a perfectly adequate chocolate cake of the "over the hill" variety. A bit overdone, especially for a 50th. Whatever.
Memo Monday came from Staci over at Just Bloggled, check out her blog for more.

Tuesday Randomness

Random thoughts, yep, I have those and I can share them here whether you read them or not.

This morning I was trolling around the bloggy world and stopped at The Bloggess. In a matter of moments I was laughing out loud and my stomache hurt. This woman is seriously funny and she can write. If you have never read her blog you really need to give it a try!

The other day I walked downstairs after emptying trash cans upstairs. I had 2 little bags of trash in my hand. My hubs was heading out into the garage so I handed him the bags to throw away. He said to me "what's that?". To which I answered....trash. He comes back with "what kind of trash?" Me...just trash. What? Can you see my eyes rolling into the back of my head?

It occurred to me yesterday that the best place to look for a job in this economy is at the unemployment office. Apparently they are busier than one armed paper hangers over there.

We had a cookout over the weekend, all of our kids and the in laws. I had 2 different cakes for dessert a blueberry and a chocolate. I served coffee and asked the in laws what kind of cake they would like. My MIL wanted chocolate so I was cutting that and my FIL said he would like chocolate as well. MIL says "give him the blueberry because I'm going to give him a litte bit of mine". I looked at him and asked what he would like and he, again, says chocolate. She started getting a little red in the face and insisted that I give him blueberry. Well, I gave him blueberry and laughed while I put it in front of him. Me, "I know you don't want this but I have my orders, so eat it and like it".

Speaking of families, I was thinking, You might be a redneck if......nevermind, that's for another day.

Have a great day all.